
Drained in my grey emptiness
Like a squeezed orange; waterless
And in the cold numbness
I lie on the mattress.
On hope, I breathe...
Stuck in the speed of my heartbeat,
I feel the cold gentle breeze
The splashes awake my sanity
Like a singing dove,
"Come alive; out of this vanity"
And I woke
Engrossed in sheer clarity
It's raining - the roof can tell
Striking hard the roof above
The words, "all is well"
And in me, it builds hope
For that, I need to hold
For it might be saved, my numb soul
I rise in my nudity,
Seeking, in the rain, some purity
Wet in the hope of safety
And I pray
That it washes my sadness away
And in my life,
Off the impossibilities are wiped
As it rains now
The negativities that weigh me down
Like an elastic,
The loop that holds me static
To be freed,
Away, I pray, they speed
Bar tomorrow and what it brings...
Like a kid on a swing
The rain and the hope it sings
By the scent of the wet ground
And the cold it spreads abound
The moment that felt like hell
It saved and all is well
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